Your granny clutches her crutch and slowly creaks up out of her rocking chair, a smile breaks a gentle crack across her creased face. "Oh yes sweety, anything to help my little Buggle-Bear out, but you can't handle this thunder honey."
You pause, of course this is a serious and treacherous moment of villainy you must consider carefully before acting. She is not the last, or even the most formidable opponent you will encounter on your quest up the endless canyon that is the NOW league. Your finger twitches, a smirk swiftly shows on the left side of your lip as you suddenly leap up, arms splayed in attack against the offensively challenging granny. She deftly steps aside, and slams your back down to the tiled floor with her palliative walking stick. Four pronged, tennis ball tipped doom shoved into your chest. You breathe heavy against the pressure pressing down into your rib cage. Granny cackles and flips a cigarette into her mouth with her free hand, and flips a lit match on it in an impossibly short period of time, like a magician even.
"Please granny... not that, anything but that, smoking gives you c-word granny!"
"Fuck off you little nit-wit! You think you can rule the NOW? You can't even best an ancient arthritic osteo-senile. I decree your end shall be DEATH BY SECOND HAND SMOKE!"
